The contract was never about protection. It was about ownership.

Silas Stone is the Survivor. A veteran rider with a body held together by scar tissue and discipline. He knows how to stay on the bull. He knows how to land. He knows how to outlive the wreck.

Lane Holloway is the Sacrifice. Young. Reckless. Radiant in the chute. He doesn’t ride to survive. He rides to be seen.

When Mercy Management pairs them as the Circuit’s newest phenomenon, their chemistry isn’t just noticed. It’s weaponized. The cameras stay longer. The edits slow down. The bruises replay in high definition. The crowd doesn’t just watch the fall. They invest in it.

Eight seconds in the chute.

Eight seconds between devotion and disaster.

Eight seconds before gravity decides who gets to be the martyr.

Silas thinks he can protect Lane. Lane thinks he can control the impact. Mercy Management knows better.

Because the audience does not want survival.

The audience wants spectacle.

And love, under enough pressure, looks exactly like surrender.

Eight Seconds of Mercy is a pitch-black MM gothic horror about corporate exploitation, performative intimacy, and the slow construction of a public sacrifice.

Mercy is a lie we tell the blood.

The blood always collects.

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